They Don'T Check Thighs
They'll check my wrist
They'll look me in the eyes
I'll throw in a twist
They won't check my thighs
It'll be easier to cover
My dirty little secret
So easily hidden
No one will ever know
I've done the forbidden
I don't need a jacket
I wear pants everyday
When they see the blood
I'll blame it on my time
The blood will scud
My scars will be sublime
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